If I give you the key to my mind,
Will you take it?
If I show you the door,
Will you walk through?
A friend reminds me not to cast my pearls before swine
And I am chastened, once again
A woman crying in vain
But if drifters allow the world to write the story of their lives
And pessimists jump out the window
Who am I?
Who are you?
Can anyone decide in three days
That they really want to know another?
Really want to peer into their soul?
Or, is the time much shorter?
Three minutes perhaps
to remember a love.
Now as your face fades away
You ask me for a thought
And I agree it’s fine idea
But I try and I can’t
Where is my place in this ether?
I can’t decide.
the key to a small corner of my mind
Will you linger at the door
Or will you walk through?